Beginnings at the Edge

The gravel crunched beneath my feet, the sound echoing in the stillness of dawn. This was the beginning, or perhaps just another pause before the inevitable march forward.

In the distance, the road forked into two, each path disappearing into the mist, uncertainty clinging to both like a shroud. I stood there, a solitary figure at the edge of oblivion, where beginnings were not endings and choices were whispers of fate.

There was comfort in the solitude, the vastness surrounding me a reminder of the insignificance of my worries. Here, the air tasted of untold stories, each breeze carrying a scent of distant memories yet to be forged.

"Every journey starts with a single step," they said. I took mine.

The morning light painted the world in shades of gold and gray, an artist's palette on the edge of simply being. And so I chose, not with certainty, but with the understanding that every path forward is a leap into possibility.

Take the first step
Towards Destiny